at your temple a revolver mouth
in the middle of the night
and you know you are to be shot
into the boundless eternity
...
I
She won't speak to me anymore, this place
my tongue is received with poor grace.
...
(to Micheál agus Michelle)
If you could see her after drinking wine,
Wine from Chile of the berry-red kind
...
Breathnach was born Cork City in 1961. He studied philosophy and Irish at UCC and now works as a terminologist with the Department of Education and as a translator with the Government translation service. He is four times winner of the Oireachtas premier prize for poetry in Irish. ‘. . . just the clear exposure of a soul without self pity or shame . . .’ (‘Heart and Rock’) This Cervantean attitude to life and the world, and hence to the subject matter of his poetry, in which bravery and equanimity play a major part, accepting and daring to delight in the multifariousness of the human condition, intimates the essence of Breathnach’s poetic vision.)
Border
at your temple a revolver mouth
in the middle of the night
and you know you are to be shot
into the boundless eternity
because there is a border around your voice
an accent that belongs to just one place
an accent not shared by the mouth of the gun
that will leave you as a chunk of meat
beside a road
that goes nowhere
because all directions have come to an end in your case
I am filled with self-pity and terror
as I pull the trigger
FORGOT THE POEM 'GRÁ'